The Idol Obsessed by Her Uncle Fan Wants to Run Away (8)
Late evening.
Harin must have been exhausted — she fell asleep early. I was a little worn out myself, so I dozed off beside her for a while, then woke with a dry throat.
I pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and sank onto the living room sofa.
The dormitory, which would normally be noisy and full of life, was quiet tonight. Aside from Harin sleeping in the other room, no one else was here.
Se-a was probably still out having fun. Sarang… she wouldn't still be on a date at this hour. She ought to be heading back soon. Eunchae had said she'd call in the morning, but…
Still, the one I worried about most was Eunchae.
When I'd dropped her off at the bus terminal that morning, I'd asked her over and over whether anything was really wrong. Every time, she insisted she was fine and brushed off every signal I tried to send. I still didn't understand why she was acting that way, or what she was thinking.
If she really was being blackmailed with photographs, I had to do something. But what…?
No matter how hard I turned it over, no clear solution came to mind.
That was when it happened.
…Department Head Han Myeong-su?
Had the date ended?
I hit the answer button at once.
"Hello?"
"…"
No reply. Thinking the connection might be bad, I turned up the volume.
"Hello? Hello! Department Head Han?"
Still nothing. A wrong number?
I was about to move my finger to the end-call button when a sound suddenly came through.
"Sarang. Over here."
Han Myeong-su's voice. So he was with Sarang? This late? Where on earth…
An ominous feeling flickered up, but I crushed it immediately. No. It couldn't be.
I had first met Department Head Han a full three years ago. From then until now, he had been Sarang's unwavering fan, and I had seen him in every kind of situation. I was certain he was a genuinely decent man. He showed up diligently at every event, brought tribute gifts, took on the thankless jobs no one else wanted. For a man in his fifties, his devotion was almost unbelievable. Above all, he was someone who always put Sepia and Sarang first.
"Sarang."
"Mm… ah! Yes. Yes!"
Sarang's voice, too. They were definitely together. But what were they doing?
"…I'll… give you…"
"……Yes."
What had Han just said? The sound was too faint to catch. From the way it echoed, he seemed to have the speakerphone on and was standing a little ways from the phone.
I pulled out my earphones, fitted them into my ears, and cranked the volume as high as it would go. Only then did things start to come through a little more clearly.
Ssshh. Ssshh. Ssslick.
…What was that sound? Something… rubbing. Then a soft thud, as if something had fallen. I still couldn't tell what it was. Neither of them was saying anything.
"Underneath, too."
"…"
I had no idea what "underneath" meant. But somewhere in the back of my mind, a similar sound stirred an unpleasant memory. This was almost exactly like… the sounds I'd heard when Harin went to that hotel with Park Dong-chul. The sound of clothes sliding off.
…No way.
It couldn't be.
When Han had explained today's date to me yesterday, he'd walked me through a meticulously prepared schedule — concrete plans drawn from Sarang's vlogs and live streams, every detail laid out one by one. When he'd first said he wanted a date, I'd been suspicious. Was this just talk, and what he really wanted was her body, the way it had been with Harin? But if he was this sincere, I figured I could trust him. Han had even sworn to me that this would be a one-time date and nothing more.
And Sarang… whatever else she might be, she was reliable when it came to this kind of thing. If something strange happened, or if she sensed anything unpleasant, she would handle it immediately. She had confidence and composure. She was not the kind of girl who would simply let herself be taken advantage of. That was why I'd trusted her enough to send her. I'd even made sure to tell her to contact me if anything went wrong.
And yet…
What the hell was happening right now?
The rustling continued for a while. …It sounded like bedding. No. It had to be something else. Then a creaking sound — squeak — like an old chair.
I focused every nerve in my ears, catching each faint sound one by one, but I still couldn't pin down exactly what was going on. For a stretch the two of them said nothing. Then, carefully, Sarang's voice came through.
"Hh… nn. Hhh……. Nn……."
It sounded like she was sobbing. At the same time, another sound began to weave in with it.
Slurrp. Slllp. Slurrrp.
That was… the sound of something being sucked. Licked.
……No.
The anxiety kept rising, and I forced it down. Even so, my suspicions only grew denser. It couldn't really be…
"Hhh…! Hhhh……. Nnhhh…."
Sarang's voice leapt up, sharp and sudden.
Ah.
That wasn't sobbing. That was the sound of someone feeling it — moans of pleasure…
No. It couldn't be. Today's arrangement was only a date. There had never been a single word about the two of them sleeping together… or having sex. I'd even carefully brought it up with Han yesterday, just in case, and he had answered:
"Don't worry, Manager. I care about Sarang… a great deal."
So I'd believed there would be no problem. I'd trusted that.
"Nnhhh… nnn…… hhhhnn…."
Sarang's breathing kept spilling through the line. By now it was so unmistakably a moan that no one listening could deny it. Sarang was feeling it. Wherever they were, whatever they were doing — she was pressed body to body with Han Myeong-su, a fan old enough to be her father, and she was moaning as she took it.
The two of them… were doing it.
Sex.
My body went slack with despair. Even so, my ears stayed locked on every sound coming through the earphones.
"Hhhhnn…… nnhhnn……. Hhh…."
Had he forced her? Forced Sarang? And why the hell had Han called me…?
I couldn't read his intention. But one thing was certain: this call was no accident. This bastard had dialed me deliberately so I would hear. While he forced himself on Sarang.
She wouldn't have agreed to this first. She might not look it, but she had a hard line when it came to things like this. Even if fans tore into her for it, she drew boundaries. She clung to me and the other members like a puppy, sure — but she never did that with anyone she didn't consider close.
Had he overpowered her? But her reactions weren't violent enough for that. If he'd forced her, she would have been screaming, making a scene. She wasn't. This was clearly… blackmail. The same kind of blackmail used on Harin and Eunchae. Threaten to destroy Sepia if she didn't obey… Had he done that to Sarang, too?
"You don't have to hold back, Sarang."
Slurrp…
"Hhhhnn…!? Nnh!"
Sarang's moans grew more intense.
"…Sarang."
"Hhh… nn……?"
"You smell so dirty."
What? Something about the exchange felt off. …Why did his voice sound so tender? There was no sense of coercion in it. None of the repulsive quality of Park Dong-chul or those bastards from Venus. This was just…
"Hhhhnnn…!! Hhhhh……!"
"I told you not to hold back, Sarang."
"I caaan't…! I… can't…!"
Just… the way ordinary lovers sounded with each other.
Slurrp slllp slurrrrp…!
The sucking sounds grew fiercer. I still couldn't tell exactly where he was licking, but the faint wet sounds gave me a rough idea.
"Hhhh…! Hhhnn… nnh…!"
Right now, Han Myeong-su had his mouth on the most private part of Sarang's body, and he was licking her.
"Hyaaaahh…!!"
The sudden loud cry made me flinch and cover my ears. Sarang… made sounds like that? Hearing a voice from her I had never heard in my life sent a jolt of shock through me.
"S-Sarang…. That sound just now."
I wasn't the only one startled. Han, too…
"I'll give you more of that."
"What…? Wai— hnn…! Hyaaahhh…!!"
Ah.
Slurrp slurrrrp slurrrrrp……!
The licking grew rougher and rougher.
"Hyaaang…! Hyaat…! Ihhhnn…!"
Sarang's moans only climbed higher.
"Haahn…! Hnn… th-there… nnh…!"
Sarang's moans — the first time I had ever heard them.
"Aha… nn… nnh… hnn…!"
Sounds of pleasure so raw that even if I tried to deny them, I had no choice but to accept what they were.
Slllp. Slurrp.
"Nn…… haaaaah…!! Haaang…!"
Sarang was being licked there — and she was genuinely feeling every second of it.
"Hhhh… hhhh…!"
It had to be blackmail. It had to be. Because if it wasn't…
"Pa… Papa…. J-just a little…"
Sarang's voice. Papa? She was calling Han that? Were the two of them playing some kind of father-daughter game?
"Just a little more?"
"No… j-just let me rest a little… then we can… okay?"
"No."
"Nnhh!? Nnhhhh…! Pa, Pa…pa…!"
Ah. Ahhh.
There was no room left for doubt. Sarang was surrendering her body to the work of Han's tongue, panting for breath. Legs spread as wide as they would go, that most shameful place of hers bared and being licked open.
"Nnhhhhh…!! Hyaaaaang……!!"
Sploosh! Splash! Splash!
Moans bursting out like an explosion — and the sound of wetness. Even if I didn't want to know, I couldn't help understanding what had just happened.
"Nnhhh……."
Sarang had climaxed completely. She had given her body to a man who called himself a fan, and she had felt every bit of it.
A side of Sarang I had never seen. The voice of a Sarang who liked it, who panted for it, who came. And as I pictured it — I felt my pants tighten painfully again.
…Damn it.
Why was this happening? It hadn't been like this when I was with Harin. I was only listening to Sarang — who wasn't even my girlfriend — having sex with another man. So why did my cock hurt like it was about to burst…?
"…Sarang."
"Nnh…… hh…… yeheh……."
"Felt good, didn't it?"
Han asked the question of a Sarang whose strength had completely left her. Listening to her answer, I carefully freed the cock that felt ready to explode.
"Yeheh……."